[The last version of this is no longer capable of working. Tweaking some things, this is the canon edition of Memories: Part one.]
I don’t remember what happened. I know there was a bright light and the siren came on, but after it was so white, there was black: Peaceful, destructive, black. I thought I was dead. I thought there was no way for me to return to this town. I wanted to be right.
It didn’t help that I woke up.
My bed was covered in sweat. I was back at the apartment buildings that we all used as a base. Marko was there, the people in my group were here, even that fat a** Eddie was back. I just can’t remember much. It feels like I just recently woke from a dream that happened long before I was born. It feels like I’m so crazy and I want to be. No sane person should be here. This town does too much to you for that. Sanity has no place here… only blood, only pain, only the suffering. We’re the only ones allowed.
I don’t know why I’m suffering. I just know that I deserve it somehow. I know it’s my fault, I just don’t know why. This place clamps me in its jaws and as the teeth rake against my flesh I find myself grinding against them. I push myself down on them in an almost erotic trance. I may look like I seek justification but in the end, I guess I’m just addicted to the pain.
I’m obsessed with it. I seek it and I long for it. It’s like an insatiable lust that has taken my senses and, in return, given me a reason for living.
In the pain I only find one word, one echo of solace.
Mary.
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